Moonspear tremble

he was too young to have developed the linear, clean thought process behind logic; logic was methodical, exacting — puppies were not. he couldn’t understand the hard truth behind charon’s words — but he felt the cold blast of them. 

wounded just as much by the cutting way his father looked at him, arcturus was stunned into hurt silence. his muzzle worked, the thin column of his throat moved — but nothing came of it. 

instead he just looked to the ground, cowed by the force of his father’s words and the clinical harshness of his gaze. 

arcturus would never speak to his father that way again — but in that same vein, an idol had been toppled that day; one that would never rise to its former height again.